[Intro: Lil Darkie]
Wendi!
[Verse 1: Lil Darkie]
Kali Ma! She come around now
Dance on a nigga like the ground downtown
You a sound clown on the SoundCloud
Actin' like you found out just now, ain't nobody care about you
Let it pull the hair up out you, let it scare you, terror 'bout to run it
Oh, you done it now, I be gunnin' for the summit
All my boys filled with passion filled with cunnin'
All yo' boys get to dashin', get to runnin'
I will lick up all of your blood
I will stick your body in the mud
Nigga ain't akin to talkin' if it ain't over some bud
Nigga say he smokin' mid, to me, he smokin' dud
I try and bide my time
Pussy niggas can't even write my rhymes
In the grime everyday with my slimes, and we play
No games wit' you lames, ain't the same like yin and yang
Between the sin and fame, a lot of niggas lose they minds
Bitch, bring it then, I got a thicker fuckin' spine
For the bullshit, keep a full clip
Of the rhymes, old school shit, dancin' on a human
Prancin' to the tune of niggas losin' it, boozin' and we cruisin'
Turn to everyone "Ayy, who's in?" Movin' so confusin'
Unborn children of the world, we ain't shit, uh
There ain't nothin' left but the fire and the grit
Breath get me higher when it's lit
Like a joint or a blunt, punch a cunt in the pit
What'chu want? Throw a fit, you could get it or get wetted up
For sayin' it like a bitch, pussy lips, hear 'em flappin' in the wind
Cappin' to your friends, writin', rappin' wit' a pen
Or you rappin' in the pen? It don't matter where you been
I'm become death, destroyer of worlds
Chaos, it gallops, it flips and it twirls
Wendi!
[Verse 1: Lil Darkie]
Kali Ma! She come around now
Dance on a nigga like the ground downtown
You a sound clown on the SoundCloud
Actin' like you found out just now, ain't nobody care about you
Let it pull the hair up out you, let it scare you, terror 'bout to run it
Oh, you done it now, I be gunnin' for the summit
All my boys filled with passion filled with cunnin'
All yo' boys get to dashin', get to runnin'
I will lick up all of your blood
I will stick your body in the mud
Nigga ain't akin to talkin' if it ain't over some bud
Nigga say he smokin' mid, to me, he smokin' dud
I try and bide my time
Pussy niggas can't even write my rhymes
In the grime everyday with my slimes, and we play
No games wit' you lames, ain't the same like yin and yang
Between the sin and fame, a lot of niggas lose they minds
Bitch, bring it then, I got a thicker fuckin' spine
For the bullshit, keep a full clip
Of the rhymes, old school shit, dancin' on a human
Prancin' to the tune of niggas losin' it, boozin' and we cruisin'
Turn to everyone "Ayy, who's in?" Movin' so confusin'
Unborn children of the world, we ain't shit, uh
There ain't nothin' left but the fire and the grit
Breath get me higher when it's lit
Like a joint or a blunt, punch a cunt in the pit
What'chu want? Throw a fit, you could get it or get wetted up
For sayin' it like a bitch, pussy lips, hear 'em flappin' in the wind
Cappin' to your friends, writin', rappin' wit' a pen
Or you rappin' in the pen? It don't matter where you been
I'm become death, destroyer of worlds
Chaos, it gallops, it flips and it twirls
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